The closer we are to someone, the further our masks begin to slip.
It is when we forget to replace it, that our true selves show.
. . . . .
"My greatest performance?"
Trixie Lulamoon: Magic aficionado, show-mare, self-proclaimed Great and Powerful... and apparent amnesiac?
It was after the events of Trixie's first staging in Ponyville, the showmare found herself in a ditch. Not exactly a metaphorical one either; her wagon—or what she assumed was her wagon—was pulled neatly off to the side of the road. A star plastered on the door to the little trailer had a name that spanned across it:
Trixie's, but why doesn't she remember that being her name?
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A story so aged in my backstock that the only cover image I have for it contains my old screen-name, Tactless Trix. God, what happened to this? This was one of my original ideas when I first hopped on the site and look at it. Look how I massacred my boy. I left it there for so long...
Ah, well, it's here now and that's what counts.
Forwarning, drama isn't my forte, so expect this to be like, a test run if you will.
Enjoy!
who boy maybe hit this one with some WD-40 the rust is showing
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I can smell the rust from here lmfao. Don't worry none though, I'll rework it a tad and modernize the entire thing before I get to the second chapter.
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If you need any help just shoot me a message
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Any progress?